Maira is in Piedmont, in the province of Cuneo.
Maira is something essential, it is a valley that reveels itself little by little.
It lets itself be riffled through like turning the pages of a book.
It loves telling and shawing itself to those who walk through it with curiosity.
It is a valley full of biodiversity, it is a mosaic of ancient culture that is necessary
for the modern man. High peaks that are linked into Alpine Cozie mountains, vertical rock faces, heaps of stones, solitary rocks, woods, clearings, flowering postures, ancients trees, streches of multicoloured water noisy waterfalls that in winter the ice makes silent.
There are churches and chapels with the names of Saints, friends, protectors of the religions spirit of mountain and peasant peolple, stone roofs, round columns, frescos left along the way by itinerant pointers.
If you want to discover this walley you need some time, a patient time, a waiting time, which is necessary to fill the empty spaces of on existence.